What better way to celebrate the bard (and the planet) than a bit of well-intentioned doggerel?
Four hundred years it takes for Earth to blink
‘Cause she be large and moveth glacially slow.
‘Tis hardly time enough for her to think
“Whence did my poet-playwright boyfriend go?”
For he’d proclaim her praises left and right,
Compareth things with her each time he spoke.
A summer day, the wind, the snow so white:
Cramm’d into every scene and bawdy joke.
Attention like that she could use again
So lifeless seem our tables, stats, and charts.
A pox and curse be put upon man’s brain!
Let’s put to use our too-long silent hearts.
So happy day, dear Shakespeare, of your birth
And happy day, dear planet, naméd Earth.
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